know whats weird? day by day nth seems to change but slowly everything seems different
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Wednesday, June 14, 2006
` 2:05 AM
as i had nothing to do today i decided to fish out my bike and go for a cycle. cycled frm my hse to east coast park and was at first surprised to see so many teenagers squealing and having fun with the water and the sand then it occurred to me that im in the midst of the june sch holidays. strange as it may seem. this kinda important holidays fade away in terms of importance as we grow older. we can still play during secondary days but hols means intensive studying for the JCT when it comes into jc life. but as far as i can remember june hols means play time regardless of secondary or jc haha :p. its been a long time since i cycled. blasting music into your ears while your cycling is something to die for. at least for me haha. went past tj and endless thoughts flowed into me. definitely missed all the times i had there and the friends who were with me at that time. cycled frm one end till the other end of ecp. i had quite a pleasant surprise when i saw erica and ezann lee and fiona xie near the sandcastle area. most prob they are filming. somehow or rather they dont look as pretty as they are on camera haha.

hmm as usual i watched the world go by as i cycled. looking at how much fun ppl were having. the trees that were swaying.the waves that were crashing against the sand. i sort of venture into my non-sensical thoughts agn lol. i cycled home and unfortunately i fell off the bike while overlooking a kerb in front of me. my bike is beyond recognition. i had cuts bruises and scratches all over my body. according to yx. its kinda bloody bloody haha. well im used to it anyway. not the first time i fell off haha. so no worries.

everyone has a room in his heart. a room meant for him. we are inter-connected by routes. routes leading to different rooms. we go into ppl's room as often as we want. sometimes. the door of the room may be locked and you need a special key to open it. sometimes you dont have the special key so no matter how hard you try. the door wont budge and you have to keep on knocking on it hoping that the person inside will hear and open it for you. soemtimes the door will be closed and you will nv get to enter it again despite the many efforts you have put in. so is your door opened or closed?

non-sensical thoughts above leads to falling off the bike.=p

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samuel
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dunman high tjc
a little pessimistic
bored bout life

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to be able to backpack
listening to music
having fun under the sun
cycling
playin piano n vln
toying with my thoughts
thinkin bout u

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In the confusion, and the aftermath
You are my signal fire
The only resolution and the only joy
Is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes


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